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Plumb
Trudged
nicked hard
and plumbed
Summoned and then stubbed
Like little links trickling against the nub
Tractored home slugged,
with one acorn and a nut,
Ate with the thugs
And slandered the coffee mug
Summoned the slums,
and angered the rum,
she was well aged,
but more numb than buns!
Garfunkle, Tom Petty and Cheech and Chong,
hang out in song
on my front lawn
Seated and spawned
acting feeble... they bong
and then eat the whole lawn
Resolving the fawns,
and elves,
peering in on the fun
From trees,
and from behind guns,
they came and they spun
The eye's will wither
The plane's will complain about hugs
-too much sun seeping into the runs!
The riddle is hung
The land is done
The winter is gone
Come and make some plumbs
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